God Is Not Tired Yet
In God’s own world humane once
Blood flows thick as irate streams
Bullets rip through the dream buds
The homeless stray as alien discards
Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths
Lives mutilated by the vile instincts
People plunge at will in vice and sin
Lost empathy finds easy way astray
Morality defaced by harsh intolerance
Kinship disintegrates in abhorrence.
In God’s own world so beautiful ever
The sun rises in multi-color grandeur
The ocean embraces the golden shores
The sky sparkles with moon and stars
The rains shower the music of clouds
The forest makes scenic emerald lattice
The river carries land’s essence to sea.
The children born to inhabit the world
Still smile and play merrily in the field
God is not tired of the humankind yet
If we try humane world we'll again get.
Written : September 18, 2017
April 23, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick C, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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